Not Much Rain
 
There aren't flowers in this city
Only cement walks
No grass, no trees
There's not anything with leaves

There aren't flowers in this city
And if there were, they soon would die
There's little water to water them
Not much rain up in the skies

Droughts will come upon the earth
Deserts will become hotter still
And in the cities of our land
It's not just plants that they will kill